Katie’s taking the day off

I am alone in the shop, sitting up front and wondering where the heck the sun went to.

Some ratfucker called and said that the woman who used to own this place ran a brothel out of here. Uh, no, she didn’t.  She had customers drop by late to pick up arepas.  I suppose it’s POSSIBLE that a devout Jehovah’s Witness could sell poon on the side, but given my interactions with her, I would say that possibility is what you might call out by Neptune remote.  I so wanted to tell the guy that unless he paid for it himself he should shut up.  Instead I left my dreadful Moral Qualms aside and ran through the menu and invited him to be a customer.  Go me.

Scammer came in yesterday and I sent him on his way with a “You let me know when you come up with $34 dollars to get that shipment of maple syrup out of hock!  I just want you to know that I can’t give you money for something I can’t see or taste.”  He seemed very downcast, and I’m sorry, but I would at least shave, shower, change my clothes and pare my nails before I tried something like that.  The hell is wrong with people, I dunno….

Bought insurance for Ziva and promptly lost the tags.  Go me.  Now to file a police report.

I put up a sign advertising Maple Bacon Muffins and just as fast took it down, as one of our regulars cleaned us out of the day-olds.  He said, “I love you guys’ muffins and soups!”  This is especially gratifying because he used to be a hotel chef (he fixes bikes now, talk about yer right livelihood) and he sure knows from food.

Hey pOp everytime I try to get your biscotti off to you something else screws up in my car or I can’t find an appropriate box.  Promise I’ll get it out before the end of the week.

And in other news Jeff and I are almost through Third Watch.  My fave character is still Sully, but Bosco and Yokas are running neck and neck for second.  Jeff and Katie and I have started a rewatch of the Wire when we’re in the same place at the same time.

 

 

 

 

Ziva still be in the shop

So I’m riding my bike everywhere, including to and from work. I’m actually enjoying it and most of the riding is in subdivisions so there isn’t much traffic to deal with.  I even did a shop at SaveOn with the bike!

Today I have an extremely long list and NO energy to deal with it.  Also Beacon stuff keeps nibbling at me.  “Nibbled to death, nibbled to death by mice” thank you Nate Bucklin.

Delightful

It was very wonderful to see Jerome for his bday yesterday (my visit was brief due to… reasons) and also Mike and Rozo, Trent and his girlfriend (why can I never remember her name??), a neighbour and his little boy, Brian C and Chari, Shannon and the two boys Braden and Lucas (Lucas exploded into an amazing smile when I first laid eyes on him, I nearly burst into grateful tears) and the food was nommy home rotisseried chicken, salad and THE MOST SPECTACULAR raspberry chocolate cake imaginable. Whipped cream icing, om nom nom.

Today, the AGM and a soup lunch. So I hafta run into the store and get everything together for that. Then Audrey comes back here and I stuff everything into boxes and hand it to her. I don’t know what she did to deserve this suffering, but at least I suffer no longer, effective about 5 hours from now….

Café continues slow but the word is getting out and the rec centre isn’t open yet, so there’s some upside, definitely.

Happy Friday!

The moon has been a searchlight in my room these last few nights (I still haven’t put up my blinds o.0 but I think I’ll be able to manage that Sunday afternoon). It was orangey pink last night, quite remarkable, and ENORMOUS as we drove in this morning.

Today plotting and planning at the shop, inventory, beef and barley soup for lunch (o god it is SO GOOD), and then maybe a walk.

Yesterday Paul took me for a walk in Oakalla and I GOT TWO SOAKERS. Hope those shoes dry out okay, and I had a spare set. O well, we still got out in the glorious sunshine, and that shit will happen when you leave the beaten path.

Just a few more hours of churchy stuff and I will be free. I am planning on helping Audrey after the handoff. She is so wonderful.

Keith procured Katie’s contact lenses and she is so happy that she doesn’t have to be spectacled if she doesn’t want to.

Sundry and various

Brinicles. I had no idea such things existed.
Katie will be heading off for bloodwork this morning. She is fasting, and thus tired and cranky.
Izzy and I (the grandsnake) bonded nicely last night. He is one of the most hand tame snakes I ever interacted with, although I will never feel about him the way I feel about Speck, a little snake who hung out in my hat for an hour at a party, thus triggering the single funniest triple take I’ve ever seen in my life.
Margot is prowling around my room and quacking. Yesterday she got up in Creamy’s grill (he’s the Samoyed next door) by walking up to him when he was tethered outside, getting him to bark furiously, and then pelting away. What a jerk she can be.
Paul and Keith took me and Katie to supper last night at the Grand Buffet. In a stupefying and gratifying demonstration of customer service, the expensive sunglasses Keith left there a month ago were produced as soon as he appeared. You can bet Keith tipped the living shit out of those servers. The crab was particularly good.
I have found an internet radio station that plays bluegrass gospel, and it has no annoying commercials. That’s what we have on at the store now. It’s bright and bouncy and banjerrific.
Biz still slow and interestingly variable. Paul bought cherry biscotti, my latest creation, and took it to work, and there was much rejoicing. His work is going well. Per parental instructions I will be baking and shipping biscotti out to them by the end of the month.
All my friends from Ontario seem to be living through hellish times. I am not. I am having difficulties with certain aspects of my life, but these things tend to self correct. As mOm remarked, this too shall pass. In the meantime I have a loving family, a good place to live, choice friends, good health (even my back is whining less…) and the best stupid cat in the world. Hey, at least she’s keeping herself clean, although I still have to brush and de-eye-gunk her frequently.
I am now washing my hands forty times a day. It’s like acquiring OCD or something. Thank god for Uremol, and many thanks to LadyMissB for putting me on to it.
Off to work now.

fuck my fucking fuck of a fucking life with a fucking bushel of fucksticks

Geez, my daughter may have some horrific disease, I’m overdue for handing over documents to the church auditor, the shop has been quite slow (although Katie’s friend Jessica is there doing art work on the sidewalk signs,) I can’t get a fucking printer driver installed on this fucking Windows 8, some asshole came into the shop yesterday and lectured me for half an hour about everything I’m doing wrong, another merchant told me that apparently everybody on the street thinks we charge too much money, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I know that at some point (maybe rather later than sooner) sweet Death will come take me none of this would be tolerable.

Oh look, Margot’s chasing a fly, how adorable.

Nope, still feel like shit.

Katie’s next specialist appointment is tomorrow. Any bets she’ll be waiting 6 months for a neurology consult?

For a friend (from 80s)

REDUCTIO AD ABSURDAM

Until it happens to you
ventures close to your life
the flash of the scalpel
is entertainment
you do not see the cost of survival.

shall I make jokes
call her an Amazon now
a soldier sworn to a particular battle?

shall I mourn because my friend
has been reduced
by her breast
by her hair?

the next time she sees me
none of this will show
I am a civilized person
given to mourning in private.